Ocean Waves Hitting Pregnant Belly Novels & Stories

I swing open the door with a beam on my lips and the wind hits me square in the face, gushing over me in salty, drops. My smile vanishes when I realize, to my astonishment, that there is no body on the other side of the door. The place is empty and still, safe for the slow swinging of the porch swing by my right. That is weird. I could have sworn I heard the door bell ring. Or was that just a creepy kind of imagination? Does being pregnant make you hear things? God I hope no— There is a shuffling sound behind me and my ears just starts to register the noise and the fact that I am the only one supposed to be at the house, when I turn sharply and a heavy flat surface comes crashing down on my

Stiffly I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to calm my heart. But then comes that one wave I feared all along. I lie on my back and I see it hovering above me like a dark, evil grinning mask. It doesn't bode well. And then it hits me, I fly out of the boat and come down hard on the water's surface. It is as if my head lands on a hard concrete shell and is cracked. The impact causes my mouth to open wide, I cannot prevent water from entering my mouth. "Moon Goddess, help me!" I cry out as another wave picks up my helpless body and hurls it a long way. Desperately I reach around me, but there is nothing that can serve as any support for me.

He came in fast and without any hesitation at all, and the two of them went down on the rocks in a crash of water and noise and limbs. This was not the controlled fighting from the cliff. There were no rules in it, no restraint — just two wolves in close quarters with nothing between them. I scrambled back from the violence, putting distance between me and the impact zone, and pressed both hands flat against my stomach. Please. Please be all right. I stood there on the rocky bank with my hands pressed against the swell of the pregnancy and tried to feel something — any movement, any sign. The cold was making it hard to feel anything clearly.

My fingers shakily touched my belly. I… I am pregnant?

I know it’s a lot for him to take in too but she deserves a relationship with her mother. “Okay sweetie, whatever you want.” I feel unease and nauseous and I wonder if I’m really pregnant or just coming down with something. As the car glides along the familiar roads, my mind couldn't help but wander into the realm of possibility as a subtle whisper of anticipation danced in my thoughts. The subtle waves of nausea that has accompanied me throughout the day are the telltale signs, each sensation a delicate brushstroke painting the canvas of possibility.

I ran my fingers gently over my abdomen, imagining the life growing inside me, and a surge of warmth radiated through my body. Feeling the need to honor and nurture this newfound sensuality, I decided to indulge in self-care. I filled the tub with warm water, the steam rising like tendrils of desire. As I sank into the fragrant bubbles, the sensation of weightlessness embraced me, alleviating the physical strain of early pregnancy. The water caressed my skin, as if mirroring the gentle touch of a lover, and I closed my eyes, losing myself in the moment.

Memories flooded back, the rush of preparing for my wedding day halted by a searing pain that had robbed me of consciousness. As Elijah settled into the chair beside me, a mix of relief and anxiety washed over me like a tidal wave. My thoughts raced, consumed by the well-being of my unborn child. Is she safe? Did I lose the pregnancy? The uncertainty was suffocating, a heavy weight pressing down on my chest, making it hard to breathe. At that moment, all I could do was cling to hope, a fragile lifeline amid the unknown. Elijah's presence offered a sliver of comfort in the sea of worry that threatened to engulf me.

, she revealed. Surprise flickered across my face, "How did you know about my pregnancy", I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. "Well, let's just say it's a knack I have," she shrugged. "I can tell when someone is pregnant. I can sense these things. I notice your gestures, like when you subconsciously caress your belly just like you did a while ago." "Oh really, I guess I'm too obvious", I chuckled softly. "No, you are not, it is normal for you to place your hands on your belly subconsciously. It's an indescribable feeling knowing a tiny life is growing within you", she said, her eyes reflecting a depth of understanding that caught me off guard.

No, no, no. Dr. Morris cleared his throat, pulling me from the spiraling panic. "When a woman is in the early stages of pregnancy," he said cutting through the static in my head, "her body undergoes significant hormonal changes. One of the primary hormones, human chorionic gonadotropin, increases dramatically. This can cause nausea, often referred to as morning sickness. Additionally, progesterone levels rise to support the uterine lining, but this hormone also causes blood vessels to relax and widen."

Yanna We were engulfed in a comfortable silence, with only the crashing waves on the beach and a few noise from families around were heard. I missed this. I miss when we’re not fighting, our little cuddles we do, his warmth and scent. Thoughts about my pregnancy flashes into my head, to be truthful….I was nervous to tell him. Things weren’t as safe as we thought it was so I’m not sure if he is ready ti have this baby too. My hand unconsciously caresses my tummy, silently praying that everything gets better and I can finally feel safe for once.